He who can simulate sanity will be sane.
Cunning leads to knavery. It is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery. Only lying makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.
What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.
Pleasant words are the food of love.
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
Virtue and vice, evil and good, are siblings, or next-door neighbors, Easy to make mistakes, hard to tell them apart.